Reflections of love

Today I look through the window of life, my life. All I is see how far I have grown just by being a mother. How phenomenal this stage in my life has been. With the birth of each child I have been born, each time they have celebrated a milestone, I have been humbled, knowing that as a mother I live for such moments. One thing that has continually made me feel like a medal winner is the look on those little joyous faces; I now know why my mother gave life to nine of us and never once complained or made a fuss. We made her so content, each of us gave her a reason to have one more!

Well, I cannot boldly say that I have as much grace as she did, so I choose to keep mine at a meager third of that it’s not a contest and I am not trying to outdo her because I will fail ooh, so terribly. Kudos mom!  Hey, you can bet that I will still turn when a child calls out “mom” in church never mind that that child may not be mine or mine may be long gone.

Of babies and their unusual ways of complimenting! Here I am all dressed and rushing out before traffic gets too bad as it always does in the hours after seven. Typical of me, pick up baby girl for a good day kiss and hug... I never get enough of those but she has her unique ways of self expression.  I feel a sudden wetness on my neck but I still go with the cuddling and put her back to her nest. A final look in the mirror and Burp!

Meanwhile, the elder brother awaits his turn on the corridor. And his are verbal compliments that leave a memorable smile lingering on. The utterance of such innocent words as “mother Knows best” even when I look like I haven’t the slightest clue. This will normally happen when I prepare his favorites or when I bend the rules for him.

There is this nagging question that never will leave a good mother’s side “Am I a good mom?” It has a timely habit of popping up after a discipline session because then you wonder “was I too lenient? Did I overdo it?” Worse still “will it work for the good?” I have in many instances delved into this debate all by myself. In the end I have found comfort in the words “the fact that I worry over whether I am a good mom or not is an indicator that I am actually good at what I do. More so knowing that God has it all covered. I fret not.

And so my praises and love for this 24hour/ 365 days job, I declare. It is comparable to none. I never would want a day off lest I miss out on any of the joys all I want is more knowledge to reinvent my skill and the wisdom to derive more joy from it every day for a very long time.

 Mother's day Love!!